Today's rubbish driving was brought to you by the driver of an unassuming blue hatchback, who decided that I, a motorbiker, ascending the upper reaches of Queen's Drive towards the pool at 20mph in the 20mph speed limit, was going far too slow. I was already aware of her impatience in my rear view mirrors, and she roared past doing at least 30mph. How I laughed as moments later she had to slow back down to 20mph when she caught the procession of cars just ahead. Today's rubbish driving was also brought to you by muggins here who suddenly saw the red mist and laid on her horn in response.
I caught up with her a minute or two later and asked her what on earth she thought she was doing. She mumbled at me something that fell below the aural threshold of -30dB ear protection, and I waved her away. It kind of spoiled my day, having spent a lovely two hours earlier in a bee suit.
Today's rubbish driving was also brought to you by the cigarette smoking driver of a white van, who stopped alongside me at some traffic lights. I noticed his in-van entertainment was nearly finished, and wasn't surprised when he casually flicked it out of his open window. I caught his attention, pointed at the fag end on the ground, and waggled my finger in that disapproving sort of way. He actually looked embarrassed and opened his door to pick up his litter, but was saved by the green light, which allowed him to bang his door shut and race off.
Driving is hard work. At least when I'm cycling I don't have the energy for much anger.